You make me uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable following your plans.
Sometimes I long for peace and solitude. But your call on my life is not one of quiet.
Some months I think about going to church and not serving. But your call is not one of sitting back unserving.
Some weeks I want to not care about those around me who might be hurting. But you call me to care. And pray.
You make me uncomfortable.
What’s even more uncomfortable is when I don’t listen.
That time you asked me to go uninvited to a neighbors house and pray…
Then the neighbor moved
and I’m still uncomfortable because I didn’t listen and missed a blessing.
That time you asked me to pray for a lady in aisle 4 of the grocery store…
Then I saw her two weeks later and didn’t – again –
and I’m still uncomfortable.
When I drown in my feelings of uncomfortableness, you oh so quietly remind me of the life you lived of discomfort.
Being a comfortable Christian is living life on the sand.
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.” Matthew 4: 24-27
God, You Make me uncomfortable.